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I Love Dialogue from How Far is Heaven

doodle banner I love dialogueHal Garrow is a struggling musician. He meets Maeve Tierney quite by accident one day, and they hit it off. Their first date is coffee, followed by sandwiches. This is their second date, at a local restaurant where his ex-girlfriend, Stephanie, works. Stephanie is an unusual woman, very up front, boisterous and just shy of crazy.

Stephanie brought their food a few minutes later. The tray was full and she balanced it like a pro. Maeve couldn’t help noticing and asked how long she’d been working as a waitress.

“Oh, I’ve waited tables since I was a kid,” she answered blithely. “My folks have a restaurant that caters to a very trendy crowd. I used to sing and wait tables, all of us did. I have six siblings,” she explained to Maeve. “Hal met my nutty family last Christmas. Crazy as loons, all of them.”

“But fun,” Hal added, cutting her off before she got too into her tale. “In a totally chaotic fashion.”

Her family was pretty nuts and she could go on about it for a long time. He wanted time with Maeve, minus Stephanie and her lunatic parents and siblings.

“Fun and chaotic,” Stephanie agreed. “And that’s my cue to strut my muscular ass back to the kitchen and not bug you until you’re done eating.” She bent over to whisper to Maeve, giving Hal a great view of her tight ass. “One thing you can say for the man, he’s subtle. See how he gave me the brush off without saying, Steph, go blow? Very classy.” She leaned closer to Maeve’s ear, her stage whisper gauged to carry to Hal’s sharp ears. “He loves it if you lick his neck from his Adam’s apple to his earlobe. He’s totally delicious. Just wait and see.”

“How do you know I haven’t already?” Maeve asked playfully.

“Because if you had, you wouldn’t be sitting on the other side of the table,” Stephanie answered quickly. “You’d be sitting next to him with your hand in his lap, eating quickly so you could get back to bed. In fact, I doubt you’d be here talking to me. You’d be grinding away somewhere, moaning loudly and screaming his name over and over.” She made a few moans and groans, gasping and squeaking playfully, gyrating her hips.

Hal popped her on the ass, jerking his head for her to go back to the kitchen. She leaned over and kissed his cheek.

“Treat her right, baby.”

“I plan to eventually, Steph. Give me time. This is only our second date.”

“I regret only one thing,” she said with a dramatic sigh.

“What’s that?” Maeve couldn’t help interrupting the exchange.

“That the chick I’m dating right now isn’t built like him.”

Running her hand from his shoulder to his belt, she massaged his broad chest, whimpering. With a swish of her apron, she walked back to the kitchen, strutting her stuff for the entire restaurant to appreciate.

Laughing, Maeve almost spewed her coffee as Hal blushed a deep, dark, furious red. He wanted to hide his head, try and pretend she hadn’t said that, but he couldn’t. There was no way to make it go away. He thought about apologizing for Stephanie, but that wasn’t really necessary. She was being blunt and honest. In short, she was being herself, nearly as crazy as her family.

“I’m so sorry to laugh,” Maeve gasped. “But she’s completely horrified you. I can’t help it. I don’t mean to. . . .”

“Laugh at my pain. Gotcha. Although we get along great, she’s my most embarrassing ex,” he admitted. “The others are very tame in comparison.”

“A lioness in heat would be tame in comparison,” Maeve laughed loudly, covering her mouth with her napkin.

“Oh, God. The imagery that conjures up! But true.”

“She’s successfully made me very curious,” Maeve said with a sly wink. “I can only imagine what I’m missing sitting here having a meal instead of being in bed with you.”

“Eventually, perhaps you’ll find out,” he smirked as he took a sip of his drink. “I don’t mind sharing the joy, that’s if you don’t mind that she had me first.”

Maeve giggled, sobering slightly. “I don’t mind. I have no claim on you, Hal. Who you used to sleep with doesn’t matter.”

“You can claim me if you want,” he said softly. “In fact, I’d be flattered.”

“I’d like that,” she smiled. “I’d like that a lot. And the same applies,” she murmured, dropping her head.

© 2016 Dellani Oakes

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I Love Dialogue! from Under the Western Sky Chapter 9


I love dialogue doodle bannerUnder the Western Sky is a retro-romantic suspense set in Western Nebraska in 1976. Though somewhat under the radar, there is a great deal of racial tension, partially due to the events that happened at Wounded Knee, South Dakota three years prior.

Bobby and his best friend, Danny, are on opposite sides of the racial barrier. Danny is white and his father has been approached by a white supremacist group. His initiation was to injure, possibly kill, Bobby because he’s dating a white girl. They have a terrible fight and Bobby takes his friend down. The police have arrested Danny and he spent the night in jail.

Bobby woke the next morning to the delicious odors of coffee and bacon. Glancing at the clock, he saw it was well after nine. He couldn’t remember a time when he had slept that late on a Sunday. In fact, he couldn’t remember a time he’d slept that late in the last six years.

His body ached from his encounter with Danny. When he examined himself in the mirror, he saw that his old friend had landed a few good punches on his ribs, leaving angry red welts on his back and chest. How could he have done that without Bobby noticing? He hurt all over and was glad he hadn’t spent the night on the lumpy old couch. His back hitched on him when he bent over to pull up his jeans.

Someone knocked on the door as he zipped his pants. Fumbling with his shirt, he invited them in. He was expecting his mother or maybe Maria, but it was Libby. She was dressed in Maria’s shorts, and a T-shirt with big pink rhinestone lips on the front. Her eyes widened when she saw the bruises on his chest.

“Your mom said to wake you for breakfast,” she said shyly, eyes downcast.

“Thanks.” He pulled her gently inside, closing the door. His lips connected with hers, leaving a spark in their wake. “I’m sorry about last night,” he sighed, holding her face in his hands. “I feel like such a bum.” His fingers traced the curve of her cheek and neck tenderly.

“No, it’s my fault. I should’ve known better.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I love you too much for that.”

They kissed a few more moments until Maria called to them from the hallway. “Rise and shine, Babu! Breakfast!” She tapped on the door, whispering. “Put it back in your pants and get out here before Mom has a piglet!”

Bobby jerked the door open in her face, leaning casually against the frame. “It’s where it belongs, Mia. Just getting a good morning kiss.” He smirked, pinching her cheek.

He still didn’t have his shirt on and Maria winced, sucking in a breath as he passed her.

“Did Danny do that?” She pressed her hand gently on his side.

“Yeah.” He flinched away from her fingers as they probed a particularly sensitive spot. “Fuck, Mia, don’t do that!” he said, more loudly than he intended.

“What’s that language I’m hearing in my house?” his mother called from the kitchen.

“Nothing, Mamá! It was a perfect stranger who said that,” Bobby called from the hallway.

“If he was perfect, he wouldn’t use that kind of…” His mother stood in the living room, a pancake turner in one hand, an oven mitt in the other. When she saw Bobby’s chest, she stopped talking. “Oh, Jesus, Maria!” She crossed herself as she approached him.

Babbling in Spanish, she examined him carefully before leading him back to the kitchen. “Jim, Toby, look! See what that brute did to my baby!”

Toby looked him over with a practiced eye. “I don’t think anything’s broken, but we better take you by the hospital to have x-rays.”

“I’m fine.” Bobby tried to pass off the pain. “Just bruised up.” Shrugging into his shirt, he winced as he pulled it down, gasping as the cloth rasped against his bruises.

“That settles it for me,” Toby said in a no-nonsense voice. “I’m taking you.”Under the Western Sky by Dellani Oakes - 500

“Can I at least eat first? I’m starving.”

Toby frowned, not wanting to agree, but not wanting the kid to be hungry.

“A man either needs food or sex after something like that,” Jim said, without thinking.

Bobby shot him an ugly look, which fortunately his mother missed. “Yeah, well, I’ll take that food now, Mom.”

Jim mouthed, “I’m sorry,” to him, winking at Maria as she stifled a giggle.

“Does it hurt as much as it looks?” Grace asked.

“Pretty much, yeah. Hurts to breathe deep. I don’t even remember him doing that to me. I didn’t feel anything at the time.”

“Yeah, you don’t,” Toby said calmly. “It’s an adrenaline thing. You get so pumped, you don’t realize you’re taking almost as much damage as you’re giving. Though in this case, I think you did more.” He winked at Bobby. “You’ll have to show me that trick. I know black belts who can’t do that.”

“I wish I could. I don’t have a clue. It was like I saw in my mind how it was done, but unless you pulled a gun on me, I don’t think I could repeat it.”

“We’ll figure it out.” Jim almost clapped him on the shoulder, but refrained. “Bruce Lee, ki ya!”

Bobby tried to laugh but it hurt. Instead, he held his ribs, groaning.

“That’s it,” Toby said, before they even sat down. “Link is on his way here. I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“I’ll take him, Toby,” Jim offered. “I think the ladies need you here more than me. As soon as Link arrives, we’ll go.”

© 2015 Dellani Oakes

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Under the Western Sky Is HERE!

Under the Western Sky by Dellani Oakes - 200I’m pleased to announce that my newest novel, Under the Western Sky, has just been released from Tirgearr Publishing.

Set in 1976, this retro-romantic suspense is set in a small town in Western Nebraska. Following in the wake of a botched FBI situation in Wounded Knee, South Dakota, the racial tensions in the small town are at an all time high. Bobby Menendez is dating Libby Marshall, a white girl. His best friend, Danny, is also white. Little do any of them know but a white supremacist organization seeks to make Danny and his father members. Can the three of them resist the pressure being put on them?

Below is an excerpt from Under the Western Sky.

CHAPTER ONE

       Libby Marshal leaned over the pool table lining up her shot, slender hips twitching to KC and the Sunshine Band. She hummed distractedly as she eyed the table. Bobby Menendez stood behind her enjoying the view. His hands moved forward, tingling to touch her.

“Touch me and die, Roberto Hermida Menendez.”

“Man, how did you know?”

She made her shot, long distance across the felt top, snapping her pool cue, nearly nailing him in the balls when her arm came back.

“Shouldn’t stand so close,” Danny said across the table from her.

“Oh, man, the view!”

Bobby held his hands the width of her hips apart. He bit his lip as she faced him, a frown on her face. Her green eyes flashed at him. With a toss of her short, blonde, curly hair, she moved away from him with a glare. His dark brown eyes followed her, longing in his well tanned face.

“View’s damn good over here, and safer,” Danny grinned.

He’d been looking down her top as she bent over to shoot. He loved the fact that it was 1976 and even in this small, conservative, western Nebraska town, girls were liberated, freeing them from the confines of establishment undergarments. The no bra look was great! And Libby had such perky tits. Bobby could have his dangerous ass view, Danny went for tits every time.

“Boys, behave,” Toni’s father said from his office behind them.

Funny thing how Toni’s old man always had work to do when the boys came over. He would casually follow the four of them down to the pool room in the basement and sit in his work room fiddling with some electrical components while they played pool and listened to music. He didn’t mind them coming over, but they weren’t going to be unchaperoned either.

“Yes, sir,” they chorused.

They stepped back, snapping to attention, not quite saluting. Each with military fathers, it was hard not to when he talked in that tone. Fifteen years as a Marine before a shell shattered his right leg, didn’t go away. Everyone in town called him Captain Cristo. Only the very brave called him Grant.

“Girls, Mom’s got dinner almost ready. Why don’t you hustle up and help her set the table.”

“Yes, sir,” Libby replied, setting down her cue.

“Sure thing, Daddy,” Toni leaned hers against the wall, leaving a blue streak of chalk.

The boys hesitated, unsure how to proceed. They hadn’t been included in that request. Captain Cristo solved that for them by setting aside his work. He stood stiffly, old war wound tightening up on him. He motioned them into his work room, closing the door behind him.

“She may not be my daughter,” he said without preamble. “But you ogle her like that again, or put a hand on her,” he looked right at Bobby. “I’ll break all three of your legs.”

The boys exchanged a look. It took no explanation to know what the captain meant. Hard as nails though he may be, the words, break your balls, would never pass his lips in his wife’s house. He was very specific about language. Nothing stronger than damn passed anyone’s lips under his roof in her house.

“It happens I like you boys, or you wouldn’t be here.” He glanced at Bobby, who shuffled his feet, but met his gaze.

“Thank you, sir,” Bobby mumbled.

“I don’t forget being seventeen. I venture to say, I was as horny and troublesome as you two. If the Marines hadn’t grabbed me when they did, God knows where I’d have ended up.”

“My dad says the same thing about himself,” Danny ventured to interject quietly. “Only he was Army.”

“A Ranger.” Captain Cristo nodded sharply. “Damn fine heritage, boy. Your daddy too, Roberto. He was a great man. He died too soon.” He paused a moment, remembering Navarro Menendez with regret. “Just so we understand one another. Staying to dinner?”

“If Mrs. C. agrees,” Danny looked hopeful.

“When doesn’t she?”

“Honest, we don’t plan it,” Danny explained. “Just the girls call and invite us. It coincides.”

“Not a problem, boys. It’ll be a hard time for sure when I can’t feed a couple extra mouths. Go wash up, Emma will be calling us soon.”

They moved quickly to the small bathroom near the stereo and washed their hands under his supervision. They were drying their hands when his wife called from the kitchen above.

“Honey! Boys, dinner!”

“Coming, dear,” Grant yelled back.

“Wash up!”

“Already done.”

They walked up together, the boys slightly awkward with the captain directly behind them. His eyes seemed to detect any inconsistencies, sifting away until he found the truth of it all.

“Let’s have Bobby over here,” Emma Cristo pointed to a chair next to the windows.

Libby was placing a large bowl of mashed potatoes on the table. She looked up rather dismayed. Danny winked at her and Bobby took his place beside her. Toni and Danny sat opposite the other two teenagers.

“I swear,” Emma said after their blessing. “I may have given birth to one child, but I’m raising a dozen. Not that I mind, I love a big family. I’ve got seven brothers and three sisters,” she told them, not for the first time.

“And I’ve got two of each,” her husband contributed. “But what Toni lacks in siblings, she makes up for in friends.” He ruffled Libby’s hair.

“You might as well adopt her, Dad, she’s here all the time.” Toni grinned, tossing her long dark hair over her shoulder.

She and Libby were such a contrast. She was tall, solidly built, with dark hair and eyes. The Indian blood Toni had showed in her features as well. Libby was shorter and athletically built with short blond curls. She was all Scotch-Irish and looked it.

Bobby and Danny responded quietly as they passed the food around. When they were asked a direct question, they answered, but didn’t initiate conversation themselves. They were very intimidated by Captain Cristo. He was pleasant and generous, but he also had a way of reminding a guy to be on his best behavior around the women.

“Who wants ice cream?” Emma asked as the teenagers cleared the table.

They all said they’d love it. The girls washed dishes and the boys dried. Once the dishes were back in the cupboard, she pulled a half gallon of vanilla out of the freezer and chocolate syrup and peanuts to go on top.

“Mom, since it’s Friday, can Libby spend the night?”

“I expected she would,” Emma replied with a smile. “Mom’s working late again?”

“Yes, until closing.”

Libby’s mother worked serving tables at the local bar. Nearly every night was a late night for a single woman with a child. Between her wages and a small widow’s pension, she barely got by.

“Thanks, Mom.”

Danny cleared his throat quietly. The captain’s dark eyes drifted over to him. He turned a little red around the ears, but continued to speak.

“Bobby and I were wondering if the girls could go to a movie tonight, Captain Cristo?”

“Did you ask the girls first to see if they wanted to go?”

“We thought we should ask you first, sir,” he answered sheepishly.

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Under the Western Sky – Coming June 13!

Under_the_Western_Sky_by_Dellani_Oakes_-_200I’m delighted to announce that Under the Western Sky is coming June 13 from Tirgearr Publishing. What is Under the Western Sky about? So glad you asked.

Under the Western Sky is a retro-romance, set in the spring of 1978. Libby Marshal and Bobby Menendez have been friends since childhood. Only recently have they decided to give dating a try. Little do they know that their near perfect world is about to crash around them.

Bobby’s friend, Danny, is white. He and his father are being forced to join a white supremacist’s group that neither of them wants to join. By threatening their family, the leaders coerce Danny into doing their dirty work – attacking, possibly killing, Bobby.

Is their friendship enough to save Bobby and keep Danny from doing something horribly wrong? Can Libby and Bobby overcome racial prejudice? Read Under the Western Sky to find out.

Reluctantly, Bobby left, waiting until Libby had locked her door behind him. Strolling across the street, he was thinking about Libby and how much he loved her, when someone got out of a car just down from his mother’s house.

Acting like he didn’t notice, he walked slightly faster to his front porch. If he made enough noise, Jim would hear him and come out. He wasn’t scared, not yet. The other person came forward until he stood under the streetlight. It was Danny. His face was bland, expressionless, which was more frightening than seeing anger. If he’d been mad, it would mean he still cared.

Bobby faced his former best friend, checking the car and shadows to see if the bigger boy was alone. Bobby didn’t see anyone else, but that didn’t mean they weren’t there.

“Roberto, you and I need to talk.”

Bobby held his arms out from his body, shrugging. “I’m here, amigo. Talk.” He said loudly, hoping someone would hear.

Danny didn’t move, his hands in the pockets of his jacket. He spoke quietly, calmly.

“You know I didn’t beat Ramon, right?”

“I know you were there. I can’t believe you’d hit him with a fucking bat. That’s not your style.”

Danny’s mouth quirked and he dropped his head. “What is my style?”

“Take a swing, kick his ass, but a bat’s bad form. You weren’t ever a cheat, Dan.”

“Really?” The reply was dry, sarcastic, not Danny’s usual style either.

Something was wrong. It was a warm night. Why was Danny wearing a jacket? Why were his hands in his pockets? Bobby knew he was in trouble. It was late, his friends and family were going to bed, and, despite Toby’s warnings, he was alone.

“You know, Danny,” he said rather too loudly. “That was a cheap shot you did to his balls. Were you trying to emasculate him or just mess him up so he couldn’t take your woman?”

“I didn’t do that, Bobby. You have to believe me. That wasn’t my idea.”

“I hope not because I’d hate to be the man who did that to Ramon. Whoever did better hope he recovers full use, or he’s gonna wish he’d killed my cousin. Because Ramon will come after whoever it was. And that man will die badly. Make no mistake.”

“Nobody needs to die here, Bobby.” Danny was getting nervous.

“What’s in your pocket, Daniel?” Bobby took a step toward his friend.

“Don’t come near me,” Danny cautioned, holding out his left hand like a stop sign. His right hand stayed in his pocket.

“Lemme see,” Bobby took another step. “We never used to have secrets. We’re brothers, remember? When we were ten, we cut our hands and did blood brothers.”

“Bobby, I mean it. Don’t come any closer.” His voice shook, his left hand trembling.

“Gonna shoot me, Danny? Is that the plan? You gonna come and kill your best friend? Is that what it takes to be part of the clan? Sever your ties, kill the Mexican vermin. Jesus, Danny, did our friendship mean so little?”

“Don’t, Bobby. Stop. I mean it!” He yelled, yanking the gun out of his pocket.

The streetlight glittered on the barrel of a snub nosed .38 revolver. Danny’s hand shook, but he kept the gun trained on Bobby.

“Drop the gun, Danny. Fight me like a man. You never needed a weapon against me. Don’t you think you can take me? I’m half your size.”

He was willing his friend to come closer, begging him in his mind to drop the weapon and let down his guard, but it wasn’t happening—yet. He kept talking, taking little steps closer. The gun didn’t drop. Danny’s hand shook uncontrollably. The closer Bobby got, the more danger he was in that the gun would go off by mistake.

He reminded Danny of every time they had been there for one another, all the pranks they had played, how their mothers called them the Dastardly Duo. Each statement started as an “I remember when,” cataloging the last ten years of their lives. Tears formed in Danny’s eyes but he blinked them away. When he was close enough, Bobby stopped moving.

Danny’s arm was within reach, the gun leveled at Bobby’s forehead. Steadier now, it didn’t waver. He shifted his grip on the gun and Bobby moved. Lunging at his friend, he grabbed the barrel of the gun, pulling Danny toward him, catching him off balance.

With an easy shift of his hands, he put pressure on Danny’s wrist, forcing him to drop the gun. Bobby kicked it away, slamming his elbow into Danny’s chin. The other boy should have dropped, but Bobby hadn’t hit him hard enough. A vestige of their friendship remained, tattered and shredded as it was.

Danny tried to head butt Bobby, but the young Mexican man dodged, pulling Danny further off balance by a shift of his weight. Knocking his friend down, Bobby flipped Danny on his face, holding his arm up behind him as his foot pressed into the white boy’s shoulder. Hand at an awkward and painful angle, Danny screamed as he felt his shoulder pop out of the socket.

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